“If you’re pirates who had never harmed anyone, I would spare your lives. However, you’re Demonic Cultivators who have killed many people. Tell me, why should I spare your lives?” Jared declared icily.
“Mr. Chance, you’ve got it wrong. We’re not Demonic Cultivators. We were forced to flee from our enemies and settle on this deserted island. I’ve never killed any ordinary humans. Please spare my life, Mr. Chance,” Barton protested.
“Are you accusing me of framing you?” Jared narrowed his gaze. “Come with me. Let’s see how stiff-necked you can be.”
With that said, Jared strode toward the southwest side of the island.
Barton and his subordinates followed behind Jared. He grew increasingly anxious when he realized where Jared was headed.
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